POV GregoryI was hungover that morning. It had been a few days since I last went to work. Having to go to the company and knowing that all the orders directed at me would come from Edward made me want to give up on everything. I had never felt so weak, so incapable.I never imagined that Emma’s absence would wreak such havoc on my life and consequently on my decisions.But I decided to go to work that morning. I got up, took a long shower, and got ready. The reflection in the mirror was as bad as it could be, but I dragged myself to the car and drove to the towering building in the city center. I was being watched; every morning, I noticed a black car parked a few meters from my house. I realized it when I paid attention to the license plate—it was always the same. That morning, the car sat in the same spot. They were cops; I knew it because I’d seen documentaries on TV about cases like this.Edward was certainly paying the cops well to keep an eye on me, and I knew that any move I m
I spent the entire day clutching my cell phone, torn between calling Gregory or throwing it against the wall to eliminate any chance of making a huge mistake. Morning had already arrived, and I still hadn’t decided exactly what to do.I needed to make Gregory stop looking for me. He had to stop this madness immediately. I remembered Edward’s words: Gregory doesn’t love you; he just wants Grandpa’s inheritance back.Could he actually get the inheritance back? I had no idea, but what Edward said seemed true—after all, he was the one most involved in this story. Maybe I needed to trust Edward and forget Gregory forever.The phone vibrated in my hands, and I jumped. My heart raced so wildly that I had to close my eyes for half a second. I was afraid to look at the screen and find out it was Gregory calling, but I needed to be brave and end this once and for all.After letting, it rings three times, I finally glanced at the screen and realized it wasn’t Gregory calling but Robert, my lawye
POV GregoryA persistent bead of sweat rolled down my forehead for the third time. It was only then that I realized I had been standing in the same spot, under the blazing sun of that morning, lost and thinking about everything Emma had told me.A car honked loudly behind me. Across the street, a woman pointed her phone at me, taking pictures. Soon, someone would plaster that photo somewhere, highlighting my downfall. I had to drag myself out of the way to avoid being run over. Still dazed, I returned to the building—directionless, hopeless, and completely disheartened.What was Emma doing to me? Why did I feel this way about her? The audacity shocked me; her words still struck me. My vulnerability to her shocked me. After all, I had never wanted to marry her. I had bought her like an object and used her to achieve my goals.I never cared about Emma, but her request for a divorce has numbed me, robbing me of sleep day and night.“Are you okay, Gregory?” A woman’s voice resonated behin
POV Emma.I was so tense that I gripped my phone until my fingers hurt and turned white. Once again, I looked at the screen displaying Gregory’s message.Should I wait for Edward to arrive and confirm that Gregory was right? Or should I change my number so that my current husband would never bother me again? Deep down, I didn’t have the courage to cut Gregory off. I remained rooted in him, unable to break free.Someone set lunch on the table, and the aroma of freshly roasted meat filled my nostrils, but I had no energy to get up. One maid stood still, waiting for me to sit so she could serve me. I slowly stood up and walked toward her.My stomach churned at the sight of the food. Pregnant women also experienced nausea, but I needed to eat for the health of the child I was expecting. With each bite, my mind drifted back to Gregory’s words. If he were right, Edward would arrive before noon.I put the food aside and silently left the room. I went to the balcony, feeling anxiety eating aw
Emma.Edward looked at me and stood like that for a few seconds, his eyes glazed over, his mouth slightly open as if he intended to say something but couldn’t. We were still on the porch of the house. His security guards spread across the entire property. Edward glanced around the place, and I could see a smirk tugging at his lips.What was so funny about my question?But instinctively, I felt that something was wrong. My chest tightened the moment Edward’s gaze met mine again. I held my breath when he took a few steps forward and got closer to me.“It’s true that Gregory lost everything. There’s no chance he can overturn the will’s outcome—unless Grandpa comes back from the grave and changes history.”My heart sank into my chest. My gaze became lost, as if I had just understood things at that very moment. Gregory had told the truth—he wasn’t after me for the inheritance, but because, maybe…“Why are you asking me that, Emma?” Edward’s voice pulled me back and interrupted my train of
EmmaThe place where I was lacked pain, life, familiar faces, or a form I could hold on to for safety.When I opened my eyes, the first face I saw was Edward’s. It was like a shockwave; I sat up and curled into myself, becoming smaller than I already was. Remorse gnawed at my heart. How naïve I had been to trust him, and now I wanted to be saved, but there was no one who could help me.“Stay calm, Emma,” his voice made me recoil. “You fainted, and I had to bring you to the hospital immediately.”I glanced around the place, and Edward was telling the truth. I was in a hospital room, and it was just him and me inside. It was terrifying. I wanted to run, but there was nowhere to go. I looked at Edward, and now he seemed so harmless that I could almost believe everything that happened had been a delusion.Not only that, but I placed my hand over my belly, fearing the worst.“Nothing happened to your child,” he said this in a dry and quick manner, avoiding looking at me. “I apologize for e
Gregory.A day had passed since the last message I had sent to Emma, and there was no reply. Either she hadn’t believed me, or Edward had found out everything and was punishing her for it at this very moment.Remorse for not following him and discovering where Emma was, gnawing at me from the inside. Had I put Emma’s life at risk? What did I expect to happen after that?I held my head in both hands and silently lamented. Then I made one last attempt, picking up my phone and sending her a message. This wasn’t working. Silence fell over me, and I tormented myself. I had never convinced Emma of anything—I forced her to do what needed to be done. Now that she was far away, it would be even harder to make her believe my words.Realizing that I was worrying too much, I tried to relax with a hot bath. I asked Samantha to prepare some tea, claiming I had a headache. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, my fingers intertwined, my head lowered, when the maid entered. Not only that, but I heard
Emma.Beads of sweat clung to my skin as Edward held me from one side and other nurses placed me on the stretcher. A throbbing pain invaded my belly. I had never felt a pain as intense as that. I didn’t want to lose my child, but I felt that was precisely what was happening at that very moment.Not only that, but I screamed as the pain increased even more. A nurse approached while Edward held my arm so he could give me an injection. I wanted it to save my child, but I passed out for the second time, too weak to prevent the worst.I woke up in a different place, as if they had transferred me to another room. With blurred vision, I looked around and saw Edward standing beside me. There were no more nurses, no movements of people trying to save my life.When I looked down, I realized I was wearing clean clothes. There was no more sign of blood, as if everything I had felt and heard had been just a nightmare.I placed my hand on my belly immediately. I opened my mouth, but my words were a
GregoryI noticed when Edward kissed Emma and when she pushed him away, confessing her love for me. That was what frozen my legs at first and stopped me from going at him. I saw Emma’s ability to defend herself, to handle the situation on her own, and I felt proud of her, but now it was my turn to defend my family and put Edward in his place.I intended to break every tooth in that bastard’s mouth. Not only that, but I had been holding on to resentment against Edward for a long time. He blamed me for our parents’ deaths and said I would pay for it when he made my life a living hell. And he had been doing that ever since our grandfather died.Now he was saying he would take Emma from me, the only good thing I had left. But Edward didn’t know my dark side—not yet. He was mistaken if he thought I would let that happen.“Stop this, Gregory.” Emma held my arm, her eyes filled with tears, fear hovering over her beautifu
Emma.I looked around to see if any faces were familiar. Then I looked at Gregory, who had a bloodied forehead. Who would want to kill him, and why? We were in Spain; no one knew us or had any reason to hate us.Maybe I was too innocent, or perhaps I couldn’t think clearly in the face of adrenaline and the fear of something worse happening to Gregory. When the ambulance arrived, the police came along. I didn’t speak their language and couldn’t understand what they were saying.“Ma’am, what he’s trying to ask is whether you noted the license plate or recognized the driver.” One officer spoke my language, but I didn’t know exactly how to respond.“I didn’t see anything. I didn’t even see when the vehicle approached. You should talk to my husband.”My hands were trembling, and I felt like I wouldn’t be able to stand for much longer. I looked at Gregory, covered in blood, lyi
Before the accident.Emma.I entered Gregory’s dark room, and he dressed without any ceremony in front of me, calm and calculating, knowing exactly what that action would cause in me. This time, I didn’t turn my face away—I looked at every detail of his body, every curve, every muscle moving as he put on his clothes.Once dressed, he approached me again, and there was a distinct glow in his eyes, something I had never seen a trace of before.“We need to talk,” he said while buttoning up his white shirt, and I kept thinking that maybe those words should have been mine.“Talk about what?” I asked when his eyes locked onto mine.I could barely breathe when Gregory got too close, only a few centimeters away, and I felt that his mouth would touch mine at any moment. Deep down, I wished it would happen.“Are you asking for my help just out of fear?” he whispered, and it was as if my legs
Edward.“Mr. Edward, that beautiful woman would like to meet you,” the heiress of one of the wealthiest families in the city, was smiling at me. She was just as pretentious as she seemed. Eager and desperate to make a connection with me. I smiled, but suddenly, my mind betrayed me, and the beautiful woman’s face transformed into something else.I shook my head, thinking I was going crazy. Why, after all, was I seeing Emma in that woman’s face?I looked at my wineglass and considered that it might be time to stop drinking so much. I shoved my hands into my pockets and looked around. The charity gala was in full swing. Filled with champagne glasses, beautiful women, live music, men in their expensive suits, and thousands of dollars circulating around the tables. This place was full of hypocrites. No one really gave a damn about the cause—except, of course, my grandmother Helena.Before going to the event, my lawyer had made som
What did Gregory mean by that? I spent most of the trip thinking about it until I finally fell asleep. There was no answer to his audacity; Gregory was truly determined to make my days more difficult.At least, I wanted to believe that. I wanted to create a bad image of him inside me so that it would be easier to forget him.I felt a hand caressing me. Not only that, but I thought I was dreaming, but when I slowly opened my eyes, I saw Gregory, standing with his face just inches from mine, smiling. The way he seemed happy by my side sent a shiver down my spine.I pulled away immediately when I realized the plane had already landed. How many hours had I been asleep? I would rather not ask Gregory that the less we talked, the better it would be for me.“We need to go,” he said, standing up and extending his hand for me to lean on him.I refused his help, getting up on my own and walking past him without giving him any attention. Gregory s
Emma.Bringing Masson back into my life felt like an unforgivable mistake. I cried in secret in the bathroom because I was tired of fighting this feeling inside my heart. I kept wondering why Gregory did this to me—one moment, he seemed to love me, and the next, he seemed to want to slowly kill me with his betrayals.Not only that, but I wiped my face, and when I left the room, I saw Samantha closing my suitcase and gripping its handle, ready to leave.“How long have you been there?” She looked at my face and knew at that moment that I had been crying, but she said nothing.“I just came to get your suitcase for the trip,” she smiled. “Mr. Gregory is waiting for you in the living room so you can leave.”I had even forgotten that I would be traveling with Gregory, and now it seemed too late to back out of this trip. I thought about how torturous it would be to spend a few days by his side without remembering his mistakes. The feeling I had was that death would come before Gregory and I
Gregory.A trip for me and Emma.I didn’t understand why I was excited, but I started packing my clothes to leave. I could hear Emma’s voice coming from the living room—she sounded happy, and her laughter filled my ears.When my phone rang, I didn’t feel like answering. I just wanted to keep listening to her voice, but the name on the screen made me stop everything and pick up the call.“What do you want?”“I’m at your doorstep waiting for you,” Mason’s voice was threatening. “And if you don’t come out, I’ll break into your house. I’m sure that Emma won’t like to see me.”I dropped the phone on the bed and rushed down the stairs, slipping out the door. It had been days since I last saw Mason—I had even thought he had forgotten his threats—but there he was again, making my life a little more difficult. There was no security around; I had dismissed all the staff, so I had to deal with Mason alone this time.My urgency in leaving the house caught Emma’s attention—not just hers, but also
EmmaGregory lifted me and held me in his arms. I sighed, startled. He carried me up the stairs until he stopped in front of our room, opened the door, and gently placed me on the bed. Thereafter, he looked at me as if calculating his words and finally said,“I’m going to call Samantha to help you take a bath,” he said, agitated, turning his back to me.“Gregory…”“Don’t say that near me again,” his eyes widened as he turned to look at me. There were tears in them. “I would rather not hear you say you’re dying when I’m here doing everything possible to save you.”I realized how much my words had hurt him. Immediately, Gregory turned his back and left. I remembered Helena’s words, saying that Gregory was committed to finding a cure for me. And he really was, even though I didn’t believe it was possible.Maybe by accepting reality, the pain would become smaller.Samantha entered the room a few minutes later. She had a strange expression on her face, as if she had seen something but coul
GregoryHelena had gone to visit Emma. She asked me to stay outside and wait because she had something important to tell me. I did as she asked, even though I felt like an idiot for not going into that room and making sure Emma was okay.Lia said she was fine, but she seemed moody. It was certainly because of me. I had spent the last few hours dedicated to researching the best hospitals and specialists who could save Emma’s life, using that as a perfect excuse not to have to see her.“Cancer treatment is the same all over the world, Mr. Gregory,” the doctor from Spain told me via video call. “There is not much to be done in these cases other than surgery and treatment.”There was no one who could guarantee Emma’s survival, and that was killing me. I wouldn’t give up so easily. I didn’t want to lose Emma now that I had realized how much I wanted her by my side.Not only that, but I glued my eyes to the laptop screen, and I sat on that hard bench for hours, so I didn’t see my grandmothe